It might not be ordinary…

• It might not be ordinary to randomly decide, in the blazing Ghanaian afternoon to put on sneakers and go outside for a run in the quiet streets of residential Labone.
• It might not be ordinary to make flowers out of crepe paper and wear them in your hair in the middle of Accra wherever you go.
• It might not be ordinary to decide that your summer look involves spraying half your hair blue and wearing it proudly to public places.
• It might not be ordinary to randomly release energy by dancing and jumping up and down in the middle of public places especially when there is no music.
• It might not be ordinary to insist on numbering the pages of your exercise book solely in Chinese characters.
• It might not be ordinary to jump on someone’s back in the middle of the unfortunately tiny Accra mall on multiple occasions, and/or let him carry you down the Silverbird Cinema’s stairs or into Game.
• It might not be ordinary to decide to sit down cross-legged on the floor in front of Shoprite because you want to prove to yourself that you can.
• It might not be ordinary to spend all summer completing self-given projects on researching, drawing, and writing on dinosaurs and turning my bedroom into a dinosaur/Taylor Lautner/High School Musical museum for the sake of doing it.
• It might not be ordinary to find a full moon the most fascinating thing on earth and go hysterical whenever it comes out.
• It might not be ordinary to find time to sit down and write over 20 pages on how academics are killing the universe.
• It might not be ordinary to fall down laugh-crying in the middle of a bookstore because you saw a book by Rick Riordan.
• It might not be ordinary to hold a karaoke session by yourself in your bedroom at one a.m. with your voice and your speakers on maximum volume.
• It might not be ordinary to be dancing on the streets outside your house at nine p.m. just because you felt an impulse.
• It might not be ordinary to want so badly not to be ordinary. But what if this is, in fact, exactly what makes me ordinary?